'And very well, too.' Menedemos looked up to the flickering stars and yawned. 'And now you'd better get some sleep. No matter how good a job you were doing, I'd bet you had maybe a cup of wine or two yourself while you were tracking down the boys who'd sooner drink or screw than row.' 'Who, me?' Diokles was the picture of innocence. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' He and Menedemos both laughed. Then he went to perch on a rower's bench and leaned against the planking of the ship, while Menedemos spread his himation on the poop deck and, the night being fine and mild, slept on it rather than under it. As he usually did, he woke with morning twilight in the air. When he went over to the rail to piss into the Sarnos River, he found Sostratos already standing there. 'Good day,' his cousin said. 'Good day,' Menedemos answered. Having made up his mind to leave, he was already starting to look ahead: 'We should squeeze more silver out of Neapolis than we got here - a lot more, with luck.' 'Let's hope so,' Sostratos said. 'We should be there today, shouldn't we?' 'Oh, yes, by Zeus,' Menedemos said. 'We should be there by noon, or not much later. We'll probably have to row most of the way, though - the breeze feels like it'll be blowing right in our face.' 'Maybe it'll swing round a bit once we get out onto the sea,' Sostratos said. 'May it be so,' Menedemos said. 'Come on, let's get the men up. The more we can do before the sun gets hot, the happier we'll all be. One thing - ' He chuckled. 'We've got all the fresh water we'll need for the trip.' 'There is that,' his cousin agreed. As they got ready to disembark, Menedemos instructed the crew: 'When I give the order to back oars, I want you to row hard. Our boat has to be clear of the next wharf farther downstream before the current pushes us into it. This business of moving is more complicated than it would be if we were moored in an ordinary seaside harbor.' With Diokles calling the stroke, the Aphrodite did get out into the middle of the Sarnos without any trouble. Menedemos swung the ship's bow toward the mouth of the river. He took most of the men off the oars, but kept half a dozen on either side busy to add speed and precise direction to the current pushing the akatos out toward the Tyrrhenian Sea. A little naked herdboy watering his sheep at the riverbank waved to the Aphrodite as she glided past. Menedemos lifted a hand from the steering oars to wave back. Diokles said, 'This is pretty settled country. A lot of places, he'd run from a ship for fear we'd grab him and sell him somewhere.' 'That's true. He'd bring two, three minai, even scrawny as he is.' Menedemos shrugged. 'More trouble than he's worth.' He wondered if he would have said the same thing had the voyage not been turning a profit. At the bow, Aristeidas pointed ahead and called, 'Thalassa! Thalassa!'
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